It’s five o’clock on a Friday afternoon in the Baghdad area of Zeyouna, and it’s racing time. In a city that sees almost daily bombings, weekly rallies of fast cars still attract crowds of mostly young men.
“We love cars,” says one of them, hanging about with drivers of
BMWs, Challengers, Infinitis and even Mustangs, all showing the
capabilities of their cars.
The smoke rises high into the sky behind the mosque where the
rodeo-ground is situated and the smell of burned rubber is thick in the
air. Tires shriek and smoke, while engines roar and bits of rubber fly
around, when drivers drift their cars on their pumped-up front tires.
With the black humour that Baghdadis are known for, they call
this ‘executions’, and the cars used are mainly fast ones that have been
adapted for the races but are also still driven around the town.
And there, they attract much attention as some drivers like it
to be known by revving their engines and making smoky turns and stops,
that once a week they are real racing car drivers.